Scenes from last night:
Every once in a while, I get to go out.
This time, I took a whole weekend off to go to my college reunion.
I walk up to the bar and order a rum and diet. Done it a hundred times in my life.
A few minutes later, the bartender drops the drink off and walks away.
Being that I was in the middle of a conversation with an old friend, it took me a few minutes before I took a sip of my drink.
When I did, I nearly gagged.
Me: (Trying to flag down the bartender) Hi, excuse me? What is this?
Bartender: What did you order?
Me: Well, I ordered a rum and diet.
Me: This isn’t a rum and diet.
Bartender: Well, it’s a Captain and Coke.
Who the hell thinks it’s okay to just make a completely different drink and pass it off, as if the customer wouldn’t notice?
Me: Okay, so…
Bartender: Well, we don’t have any white rum upstairs, I’d have to go get some downstairs.
We’re now just having some kind of weird staring contest, because I’m confused about her lack of ability to go get the rum for the drink I ordered, and she apparently doesn’t want to go get the rum for the drink I ordered.
Fortunately, another bartender came along and asked if there was a problem. I explained the situation to her, and like a true professional she is, took control of the problem.
B#2: The Bacardi is downstairs but I have this other brand, if you’d like.
Me: That would be great, thank you!
Don’t even get me started on the time I tried to order a SoCo and Lime…